One Sunday morning
I woke up and everything's disappearing
Things were moved out,
wished I was just dreaming.
Tears pooled within these eyes
Memories I used to smile
were faded like you can never pictured out.
Please wake me up on this dream
Cause I swear this is my worst nightmare.
I don't want this kind of setting
Cause the older one is more interesting.
Thought we could stand through stick and stone
but why are we moving out from this home?
I need no bigger house
Cause the smaller one is very much enough to solve the hows.
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Her Tears are Poetries
PoesíaPain changes someone's out-breathing. Instead of telling, she kept her pain through poetries. She let her tears into words as agonies bled blood in her soul.
